Never Be Anxious To See Tomorrow Poem by Adams Elizabeth Oyarese

Now the candle@ must hold the candle stick
And the crescent moon cries out at noon

When shall the sun visit its end
And leave the earth a battered friend

The hen sleeps early and early rise
But has never been healthy, wealthy or wise

Men use their tongue to count their teeth
And find in their members some hanging meat

For in the dark end with murmuring wind
The vultures sing with voices so kind

Cascading from the nner man
A powerless force to promote a spam

After every twilight comes no dawn
For dusk is repeated in every town

Never be anxious to see tomorrow
Aye! it brings no life the dead can borrow

Today is the tomorrow yesterday craved
For tomorrow remains unseen until man's grave.

By: Adams.O. Elizabeth
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